harry potter, golden boy, saviour of the wizarding world, and a little bitch
Harry wakes with the worst headache of his life, feeling like a blobfish on a bad day if they could have a worse one looking like that. Harry, deciding to be a lazy fuck, skips brushing his teeth, heading straight to make his morning coffee. Turning on the radio, expecting to hear the news, instead hearing the grating sound of “Sk8ter Boi” starts playing and suddenly Harry wants to flip his skin inside out and back again. Harry couldn’t bring himself to turn it off as he just makes his morning coffee in auditoral agony.
Sitting down to finally enjoy his coffee, (no milk, and enough sugar to kill a man, and his dog, but he’s Harry Potter) he gets rudely (in his opinion) interrupted by Hermione’s disappointed face in his Floo. Never mind the fact he’s only in a robe and some boxers, Hermione’s seen worse.
Suddenly last night comes flooding back to him like Hurricane Katrina, and he’s suddenly thinking like a philosopher trying to come up with an explanation.
“Harry, I trust you have an apology to Draco or so god help me I will smack you through this Floo with words if possible.”
“Hermione! He-” Harry starts to whine.
“Cut the crap.”
Harry pouts, deciding to be a bitch since the world’s decided to be one to him most his life so fuck him backwards if he can’t be one today.
“Ugh- Fine, I’ll send him an apology.”
“And I’ll be here when you write it. I’ll come over 12 today and if by the end you’ve not gotten a written apology then I wil-”
“Okay- Okay, I get it!” Harry interrupts, sighing.
“Good. Bye.” Hermione says simply, hanging up.
God save me, Harry thinks.